Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

The latest website: With the insistence of Conan and the approval of other intelligence experts, Eihai Hondo quickly brought the construction drawings of the juke hotel.

Conan took a pen and circled a few places on the drawing: "These places should be where the bombs were installed, but..."

Before he could finish his words, Cia had already acted quickly.

Some policemen in explosion-proof suits rushed to the position circled by Conan at the fastest speed. Sure enough, they really found a lot of explosives here.

These bombs are all time bombs, and the time set on them happens to be the original end time of the banquet, which is less than half an hour away.

"Little brother, you are amazing." A German praised.

"How do you know that putting bombs in these places will blow up the building?" an Israeli asked.

"Uh..." Conan scratched the back of his head nervously, "I-I learned it in Hawaii!"

"Oh! Hawaii!" The agents showed such expressions one after another.

Conan: "…"

Are these people serious? Is there really any secret agent training camp in Hawaii?

"Miss this hall, all the bombs have been eliminated." Cia walked into the banquet hall and reported to Ying Haihui of this hall.

"Well, how many explosives are there in total?"

"About five hundred kilograms."

Yinghai was startled: "Only five hundred kilograms?"

"That's right, but we've analyzed it, and since the bombs are installed in the main focus of the building, these bombs are enough to destroy the entire building."

The expression on Yinghai's face suddenly changed greatly: "Oops! There is another explosion site!"

Conan's face was heavy - this is what he wanted to say before he had time to say, he just discovered that the enemy didn't need a ton of explosives to destroy the juke hotel, and the facts confirmed his speculation.

"So many explosives must be difficult to transport." The French frowned and analyzed, "Their next target should be near Washington, and it should be a densely populated area."

The Israelis said: "Isn't the United States holding some kind of conference of nations recently? I heard that the conference has an event on Broadway in New York tonight, will they be targeting there?"

The young Cia, who was next to Yinghai, immediately frowned and asked, "You know our secret information very well?"

"Haha, I just know it occasionally."

"you-"

"Okay." Yinghai Bendo pressed his impulsive colleague, "Now is not the time to talk about this."

Conan frowned.

and many more! What was the address that Mr. Asano sent him earlier?

He quickly took out his mobile phone and found the address that Nobunaga Asano had sent him before—the Hudson Theater on Broadway!

Oops! Xiaolan is on Broadway now!

"Little devil, what are you doing?!" Mouri Kogoro wanted to reach out to catch Conan, but Conan was like a loach and quickly ran away.

No, don't panic!

The distance between New York and Washington is not short, and it is impossible for him to arrive at Xiao Lan's side before the end of the performance. Think about who you can turn to for help now!

The first figure in Conan's mind is Nobuyuki Asano.

Mr. Asano is with Xiaolan. With him, Xiaolan should be fine.

Conan hurriedly called Asano Nobunaga.

"Hey?"

"Mr. Asano!" Conan asked anxiously, "Where's Ran, is Ran with you? Are you still at the Hudson Theater?"

Nobufan replied quickly: "Miss Xiaolan is not by my side, I'm on my way to New York."

Conan's face changed greatly: "If you are so anxious, it seems that the guess is true? Is the organization's goal really Broadway?!"

He didn't ask Asano Nobuyuki why he wasn't with Maurilan, and now it's pointless to say that, Xiaolan must not have an accident!

"Don't worry." Xinfan said, "Bellmode is with Miss Xiaolan, and I'm about to call to ask about the situation."

Belmode?

No, that makes him even more anxious!

Conan dashed down to stop the car, even if he knew it was too late, he wanted to get closer to Xiaolan, even closer.

"Mr. Asano, listen to me, the organization still has at least five hundred kilograms of explosives. I have seen the drawings of the Hudson Theater, and five hundred kilograms of explosives are enough to destroy the theater and surrounding buildings. Their target is very likely It's there!" Conan panted, "I must tell Xiao Lan to leave the theater as soon as possible. The juke's time bomb has ten minutes to go off, and it is estimated that it will be about the same time as the Hudson Theater."

"I know."

After leaving such a sentence, Nobuhan hung up the phone and dialed Belmod instead.

While waiting for the call to be connected, he quickly typed a message to Imran, based in New York, asking him to quickly arrange the evacuation of the audience.

Imran's first priority must be to ensure the safety of state officials, so Nobuhan specifically emphasized in his email that he asked him to help protect Maorilan.

He must be more careful about getting rid of his partner.

The phone hadn't been connected for a long time, and he didn't know what Belmod was doing.

…

Broadway Boulevard Hudson Theater

Tonight's show at the Hudson Theatre is a musical called The Wicked Witch, hailed as the grandest work since The Phantom of the Opera, the most watched, spectacular and most spectacular in history. One of the most successful plays.

Tonight, because of the Conference of Nations, half of the Hudson Theater is closed, and only the remaining half is open to the public.

Mauryland and Belmode sat in the best viewing spots in the open area—but it was also the furthest from the safety exit.

"Have you seen The Wizard of Oz?" Kris suddenly asked softly.

"I watched it when I was a kid." Mao Lilan nodded, "But I only watched the first one, and I heard that there are many stories behind it."

Chris raised her chin towards the stage: "This musical is based on the Oz country of The Wizard of Oz, but unlike The Wizard of Oz, the protagonist of the story is a bad witch from the West."

"Bad witch... the kind of witch who would be tied at the stake?"

In Maurilan's impression, these witches often wear black and purple robes, hold black cats that symbolize misfortune, and curse good people. Like the uninvited fairy in Sleeping Beauty. They are not welcomed by anyone and can only survive in dark forests and sewers.

"Yes, witches who commit sins will one day be burned to death by the flames. And their souls can only be trapped in hell, tormented by fire and boiling oil."

When Belmod said these words, his expression was very serious, but his eyes were different from what Maurilan had seen before.

In Chris Wynyard, Maurilan felt the breath of death.

She is like a living dead who has long lost its vitality, only the beating of her heart can prove that she is still alive.

Maurilan seemed to be able to smell the **** smell in the air, and under Chris Wynyard's beautiful and glamorous exterior, there seemed to be the sorrows of countless unjust souls.

"Chrissy..." After speaking, Mao Lilan realized that his voice had become extremely hoarse, and it seemed that it was very difficult to even speak.

But she had something to say to the woman in front of her no matter what: "Chris, even if they are bad witches, someone must be able to discover their beauty."

Belmod didn't speak, just stared at her quietly.

"Not everyone will be blindfolded by the so-called justice. The world is not black and white. I only know that no matter what or who, it is enough to believe in my heart."

It was unbelievable that she would say such a thing to a "stranger" she didn't know very well.

Oops, Miss Wynyard must think she's weird, right?

After Mao Lilan finished speaking, he bowed his head in embarrassment, not daring to look at Chrissy's expression.

"Ah, it's incredible." Belmod laughed softly, Maurilan didn't see it, her eyes had long since faded away, leaving only a pool of gentle spring water, "I thought the angel would not It's impossible to show a heartfelt smile to me once, I didn't expect..."

Angel?

The familiar name made Mao Lilan a little dazed.

"But evil witches like Alfaba can also have a happy ending, and they can only be seen in works of art." Chris murmured to himself, "Not to mention even the love in "Wicked Witch" Elfaba is not a witch who is truly unforgivable. It is impossible for a bad witch to have a good friendship and affection, and this kind of thing has long been abandoned by us."

Maurilan was stunned.

What the **** was Chris trying to tell her?

"Since the ending is not destined to be good," Chris smiled slightly at Maurilan, "then let good things last as long as possible."

"Chrissy..."

"Bang-" The sudden opening of the door affected the emotional performance of the actors on the stage.

"In an emergency, please follow the staff to evacuate in an orderly manner!" the person who suddenly appeared shouted to the theater.

"What happened?"

"Is it a terrorist attack? Isn't it very dangerous in Washington lately?"

"what?"

The unusual emotions in Belmod's eyes had all dissipated, she stood up and protected Maurilan: "Let's go."

"Miss Wynyard, do you know what happened?"

The Hudson Theater was almost full, and it wasn't easy to get everyone evacuated all of a sudden.

And the evacuation hadn't started long before someone suddenly shouted, "There's a bomb!"

It was like throwing a large block of magnesium into the calm pool water, and the audience suddenly boiled.

People fled in a hurry, and some of the actors who were originally standing on the stage were also squeezed out. They were dressed in complicated costumes, which made them more crowded in the crowd.

Falling, stamping, crying, and screaming filled every corner of the Hudson Theater.

"It might be a ticking time bomb." Belmod didn't plan to hide it from Maurilan, but her calm voice made Maurilan miraculously calm down.

Belmod was as light as a swallow, and Mao Lilan was also a karate master. They quickly passed through the crowd and came to the only safe exit.

Here, however, they encountered obstacles.

"You can't go over." The staff stopped, "Wait patiently, don't crowd!"

"Why are we waiting? What's going on with those people and why are they allowed to leave?"

A trace of impatience crossed the staff's brows: "They are them, you are you! Can ordinary people be the same as officials? They are all leaders of the state, of course, their safety must be ensured first!"

This kind of thing really happens everywhere.

Belmod's eyes swept over the staff blocking the door. There were many people, and she could not subdue them all by herself. And the officials of the Department of Homeland Security are at the gate, and even if they pass through this level, they will still be stopped by them.

"Ah!" Mao Lilan suddenly whispered, "My ankle..."

Belmod immediately looked at her: "What's the matter with you?"

Mao Lilan smiled bitterly: "Someone stepped on my foot just now, and my ankle seems to be injured."

In order to avoid trampling, she injured her foot when she was dodging.

Maurilan's situation made Belmod decisively give up the hard break.

But there is no need to escape from the gate, the window is a good escape route.

Belmod carried Maurilan on his shoulders and walked towards the back of the stage against the flow of people.

"Miss Wynyard?" Mao Lilan said embarrassedly, "You can put me down, I'll just follow them, you'd better go out first."

Belmod ignored her request.

"Miss Wynyard..."

"Be quiet." Belmod whispered, "You came out with me, and I have an obligation to send you back safely."

"boom-"

In an instant, dust flew and debris flew.

Belmod quickly squatted down and covered Maurilan's head with his hand.

Mao Lilan asked sullenly: "Has the explosion happened? Can we not escape?"

Belmod's expression was serious.

Such a big movement is definitely not something that ordinary people can make with a little dynamite.

It must be done by the organization, but I didn't expect that even she was kept in the dark, and she didn't know the plan tonight.

If she was in advance, she would definitely not bring Maorilan to the Hudson Theater tonight to see the musical.

"Looking at the location of the explosion, the door of the Hudson Theater should have been blocked by gravel, but the overall structure of the building has not had much impact." Belmod came to the most rational conclusion after calm analysis, "We Go backstage."

Fortunately, Ma Lilan's injury made her determined to find another way, otherwise they should be the ones buried under the gravel now.

Part of the theater was blown up, and Belmod took Maorilan through it with difficulty.

During this period, Belmod showed her abilities beyond an ordinary star. Her understanding of the bomb explosion range, her mastery of bomb principles, and even the emergency treatment of wounds were beyond Maorilan's expectations.

But even realizing that Chris Wynyard's identity was unusual, Maurilan still couldn't be suspicious and vigilant about her.

After all, it was this woman who rescued her from the crisis just now, and she was even injured because of it.

"Miss Wynyard, your injury..."

"Don't call me Miss Wynyard." Belmod smiled at her and said, "If you can, call me Sharon."

Eh? Sharon? !

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